[ It goes unseen, the way X’rhun’s ears perk in mild confusion, though the feeling remains evident on his face, in the minute arching of a single brow. Why would an illusion think him an illusion in return? There are voidsent capable of extreme subtleties, Lilith had been proof of that much, but X’rhun doesn’t expect such nuance from the creatures shambling around the catacombs. If they mean to lure him with their tricks, they’d do it outright, not have their visions feign confusion.

At last his hand drifts away from the hilt of his blade, falling to his side with a sigh. ]

You’ve called me a lot of things, my friend, but “divine” has never been on the list. Should I be flattered?

[ There is a smile on his face, a small thing for whatever surge of relief and joy he might feel falls away in the face of those words. I’ve done my part. Let me rest. There is so much he could infer there, that life for Ardyn marched forward as surely as it had for X’rhun, and all that entails. ]

I assure you, I am no vision, unless you’ve the means to imagine the whole of Ala Mhigo.